Everyone has a morning routine. Some people go for a morning walk, while some enjoy watching the neighborhood from their window. Just as there are a variety of morning routines, there are many different ways to view the surroundings of these activities. In “Five A.M.” William Stafford uses personification, alliteration, and tactile imagery to express the relaxed and carefree attitude of the speaker; while Elizabeth Bishop, in her poem “Five Flights Up,” uses repetition, personification, visual imagery, and auditory imagery to express the questioning and worried mind-set of the speaker. Almost everything about the poem “Five A.M.” is nonchalant and seems to suggest that the speaker takes this same walk regularly. When the speaker says “my arms alternate easily to my pace,” it tells that they are not in hurry, going nowhere in no set time. The speaker also seems to know small details about the people who live in the houses they pass; “I pass the house of the couple who have the baby, the yard with the little dog,” it could be that the speaker lives in the neighborhood, or that they have picked up these details from going past often in the morning. Another indicator that the speaker takes this walk regularly is when they say “My feet begin the uphill curve where a thicket spills with birds every spring.” The fact that the speaker describes his feet as doing the walking could imply that he is just along for the walk while is mind is allowed to wander without care, his body taking care to follow the usual path; and the description of the birds in spring describe the hope and optimism the speaker feels. Stafford also uses a peaceful setting to show how relaxed the speaker is. The speaker uses personification when they say “the early morning breathes a soft sound above the fire” to tell how the sun rises in an unobtrusive way. They then describe porch lights as being hooded, again not disturbing their morning walk. In the last line the speaker says “The air...

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Romeo and Juliet-Study Questions- Act IV
Scene 1
1. How does Paris explain the hasty marriage to the Friar?
2. Explain what Juliet is preparing to do in order to escape marriage to Paris.
3. Explain the Friar’s plan for Juliet.
Scene 2
1. Capulet calls his own daughter- “peevish self willed harlotry”. This means what?
2. Capulet says: “I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.”(Line 24) What day is Juliet to get married? What day had originally been chosen?
3. Explain Capulet’s state of mind in the following lines:
“My heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed.” (Line 46-47)
Scene 3
1. In this scene what does Juliet do?
2. Which lines show Juliet’s apprehension before carrying out the Friar’s plan?
3. Which four things does Juliet fear? Quote the lines which support your answer.
4. Quote the line that shows Juliet’s devotion to Romeo.
Scene 4
1. Briefly summarize what takes place in this scene.
Scene 5
1. Who first finds Juliet? Describe Juliet’s condition.
2. What does Capulet mean in lines 38-39?
“Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded.”
3. What does Lady Capulet grieve over in the lines:
“But one poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel Death hath catched it from my sight.” (Lines 46-48)...

...Good Morning
Maya Angelou is a stunning writer who has a way of capturing her readers to the core. In her poem “On The Pulse Of Morning” she uses a voice of renewal of hope for mankind. She used this poem in a speech that in the moment, introduced a former President of the United States. This poem was used to motivate a nation of hopeless and ungrateful people. Angelou's tone in this piece is one of power and love. She is very consistent in communicating the truth of peoples destruction and then the truth of how one can attain more if they choose it.
Angelou opens up the poem stating the change in the earthly nature. “A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried tokens, of their sojourn here, on our planet floor.” (Angelou, 1.) She goes on to say that the earth cries as we stand in the shadows of ignorance. The earth sings songs of beauty, offering rest to humanity, and humanities pride spits a broken hatred. The conflict is ugly and unfair to people and nature, but it shouldn't have to ever be this way. Angelou describes this conflict in such a way that it stirs your mind and drives her readers to respond.
Angelou proceeds to point out a war between people. She speaks of race, religion, sexual preferences, the rich, the needy and the teacher. That every human knows of the love that nature offers humanity. “I am the Tree planted by the River, Which will...

...Morning Walk:
Morning Walk:
During childhood, every day my mother woke me up saying, 'Rise and shine. The early bird gets the worm.' I didn't know then what she meant by these words. She wanted me to be an early riser, as she believed that early risers have more time to achieve their goals. Today I understand the meaning of these words, and I value the lesson that I learned.
If you are an early riser, you would know how blissful mornings can be. At dawn, the first rays of the sun gently caress the earth, like a mother waking her child up. From then on, it is a flurry of activity. You can tell that it is morning by the enthusiastic birds chirping.
Catch the morning rays of the sun on your face. Bask in the warm golden rays, and you will feel wonderful. Take a brisk walk in the open, and enjoy the gentle morning breeze on your face. The morning sun is a good source of vitamins that gives your body a healthy look.
An early riser as I am, I go out for a walk everyday. I do not like to be bothered by anyone else company. Going with some companion means breaking into frequent conversation on the way. I, therefore, cannot concentrate on the beauty of nature around me. This is why I prefer going all alone.
I love the most the chirping of birds in the morning. The melodious chirping is enchanting. They seem to welcome the sun with their sweet notes. After...

...Monday Morning’s
It is said by many that on Monday’s, it is the hardest day of the week. After two days of resting, Saturdays and Sundays, many dislike, Monday mornings, most often when they have to get up early to go to work for eight hours and or more. School!! I have assembly? “OH!” I would exclaim with the most amount of disappointment. Now as a school we would all have to stand up and now for a little more than thirty (30) minutes, we would have to listen to the principle, Fr. Gregory Augustine, give the results or talk about the problems of what took place that week in school. After, the rest of the day feels like an entire week at school.
My mother, Lauretta, for one, dislikes Monday morning’s, Period .She always claimed that she only goes thought the process( working on Mondays) to get me thought my school years; by that she means she goes to work on a Monday to put me thought school. Monday morning’s for her is usually a tiring one. Lauretta’s saying of Monday’s is that it’s the first working day of the week and usually it’s where you prepare for the week , getting up early ,then prepare meals for the children and ironing the children’s clothes. After she heads down to the office, picks up two colleagues on the way and drives, from Arima to Chaguanas .Boy, this must have been tiring for her.
There are many things people around the world could tell you about their time/ experiences on Mondays....

...Evan Holt
Phillis Wheatley’s “An Hymn to the Morning”
There are plenty works of poetry that have been published, but none that match the intellect and beautiful writing aura like those of Phillis Wheatley’s. Phillis Wheatley was America’s first black female poet who learned to read and write at an age where blacks were either unable to learn or restricted from these opportunities. Most of Phillis Wheatley’s poetry consists of religion, death and the hardships and burdens blacks endured throughout slavery. With the will to overcome slavery, she went on to express her thoughts, views, and ideas through poetry. Her writing talents and deep intellect towards her works separate her from other writers and place her in a category of her own. Even though she has plenty of poems published, one in particular caught my eye the most. In “An Hymn to the Morning” we are introduced to a speaker who is in search of herself, a forceful nature, and what she means to “An Hymn in the Morning.” We are given a taste of Phillis Wheatley’s amazing writing style as well as a sample to her state of mind and approach to poetry as a whole.
After reading this poem I’ve come to a realization that Phillis Wheatley’s writing style reminds me much of old English. Not only that, but I’ve also realized that Phillis Wheatley has had some type of influence in the expression of Roman and Greek literature. In “An Hymn to the Morning” I’ve...

...tobacco fields, was lifting and thinning moment by moment. A ragged strip of mist, pulled away by the morning breeze, had caught on the clumps of bamboo along the banks of the stream that flowed to one side of the barrio. Before long the sun would top the Katayaghan hills, but as yet no people were around. In the grey shadow of the hills, the barrio was gradually awaking. Roosters crowed and strutted on the ground while hens hesitated on theri perches among the branches of the camanchile trees. Stray goats nibbled the weeds on the sides of the road, and the bull carabaos tugged restively against their stakes.
In the early mornig the puppies lay curled up together between their mother’s paws under the ladder of the house. Four puupies were all white like the mother. They had pink noses and pink eyelids and pink mouths. The skin between their toes and on the inside of their large, limp ears was pink. They had short sleek hair, for the mother licked them often. The fifth puppy lay across the mother’s neck. On the puppy’s back was a big black spot like a saddle. The tips of its ears were black and so was a pitch of hair on its chest.
The opening of the sawali door, its uneven bottom dragging noisily against the bamboo flooring, aroused the mother dog and she got up and stretched and shook herself, scattering dust and loose white hair. A rank doggy smell rose in the cool morning air. She took a quick leap forward, clearing the puppies which had...